Doublemint Twins- Part Three
Title: Doublemint Twins
Author: Marie de Sade
Artist(s): EVIAN FOR
Rating NC-17
Word count: 15K
Characters/pairings: Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Sam, Jimmy/Sam, Castiel/Dean
Summary: At summer camp Jimmy meets a boy named Castiel, who might as well be his twin. To top it off they soon realize their both dating the Winchester brothers who haven't so much as spoken to each other since their parents divorce. They work out a plan to switch places for the rest of the summer and try to reunite the brothers.
Warnings: underage(HS AU),possible dub-con? first time, mentions of cheating and alcoholism.The end of the first week and Jimmy still didn't have anything but Dean was going to be working most of the day and it finally gave him a chance to snoop around. A few hours in he hit the jackpot. He found and old shoe box, faded cardboard that was falling apart. Inside were aged photographs, many of the people Jimmy didn’t really recognize but Mary hadn’t changed much and he would know Sam’s smile anywhere. His insides swelled with joy that he finally found it, something that pointed to Dean still caring about his family, that he hadn’t forgotten about it. He carefully put the photos back and placed the shoebox back where he found it. Jimmy grabbed his phone and texted Castiel, feeling almost giddy at his discovery.
Dean had asked him to cook some dinner for when he was done his shift and even though he knew Dean didn’t expect anything other the hamburgers cooked in the microwave he had the sudden urge to whip up something better. He riffled through Dean’s kitchen but couldn’t find anything worth making and that is when he got the idea to go look through the fridge upstairs. He knew it wasn’t the smartest idea, he had been told several times by both Dean and Castiel to stay in the basement, but he figured it was so early and he’d be so quick that John would never know. A hope he had right up until he entered the kitchen and found Dean’s dad taking beer out form the fridge.
“Oh,” Jimmy shifted nervously under the older man’s stare “Hello.”
Dean’s dad snorted and popped open his beer, Jimmy racked his brain to remember his name and drew a blank. “Go back downstairs, kid.”
“D-Dean asked me to make him some diner.”
“I don’t want some fag rifling around my kitchen.” He slurred and Jimmy gaped at him. He knew not everyone in his neighborhood approved of his so-called ‘lifestyle choice’ but it never came out except in awkward smiles and side-way glances. To have someone actually come out and call him a fag was something new and it didn’t matter how many times he saw it happen on television, having it happen in real life cut through him like a knife.
“I…” Jimmy swallowed back tears, a mix of pain and the terror the man brought up in him. He bitterly thought that Dean wouldn’t just stand there crying, he’d snap something equally offensive back and probably throw a punch.
“And tell Dean not to let his fuck boys in my part of the house.” Jimmy knew he was being dismissed and he should hightail it back to the basement but he was frozen in place and pretty sure he was close to fainting. Dean’s dad slammed the fridge door shut and stomped his way over to Jimmy. “Are you deaf boy? I told you to go back downstairs.”
“I-I-I-” Jimmy stuttered. The other man reeked of alcohol so much so that it made Jimmy’s nostrils burn. He grabbed Jimmy’s arm hard enough to bruise and yanked him forward, dragging him towards the basement door. “Stop! You’re hurting me!”
Dean’s dad mumbled something about his dumb ungrateful son and ripped the door open so fast the hinges creaked in protest. Jimmy looked down the stairs and let out a sigh of relief that he wasn’t being dragged away to get his ass kicked. Then he felt a hard hand collide with his back, he tried to reach for the railing but his forehead collided with it instead. The fall down the stairs was so quick that Jimmy was already curled up at the bottom on the stairs before he totally realized what had happened. He could feel all twenty stairs bruised against his back and chest, every time he breathed his lungs expanded and stretched out his torn skin making his breath turn into little whimpers.
He just lied there for what seemed like hours until he cringed through the pain and rolled into his hands and knees and forced himself to his feet. He stumbled over to the phone, knee still throbbing from the fall and dialed Dean’s work numbered.
“Singer Salvage Yard.”
“Dean,” Jimmy breathed shakily into the phone. “C-can you come home?”
“Are you okay, Cas?” He asked, switching to his serious tone, the one Jimmy imagined he would have used with Sam when he had mono last year or when that bully beat him up in the tenth grade. It reminded him why he was there and made him swallow down the bile that rose in his throat at the thought of spending another minute in that house.
“I fell down to stairs.” Jimmy lied. Castiel told him that sometimes you have to take one for the team, though Jimmy was sure he’d already taken several for the cause. “I tripped.”
“Shit,” Dean cursed and Jimmy could hear him shoving his tools back away. “Yeah, I’ll ask Bobby to let me go a little early. Do you need a to go see a doctor?”
“Just come home.”
“Yeah just let me finish up here, I’ll uh be there in about an hour.” Dean hung up but Jimmy kept the phone cradles against his ear for a long time just numbly listening to the dial tone. Eventually he pressed a button on the phone and dialed another number. It only rang once
before someone answered.
“Are you incapable of taking care of yourself?” Castiel asked on the other end of the phone. “This is supposed to be for emergencies only.”
Jimmy doesn’t answer right away and after a long pause Castiel tone grew softer, “is something wrong?”
“John he-” Jimmy’s voice choked off and he took a deep breath to steady himself. “I went upstairs to-”
“You went upstairs?” Castiel scoffed, like Jimmy had just confessed to braving the depths of hell instead of a short venture to the main floor. “Why would you do something so stupid?”
“Dean said his dad wouldn’t be home today…I was just going to look in the fridge for some better food.”
“The only thing in John’s fridge is beer,” Castiel snorted.
“He pushed me down the stairs,” Jimmy whispered.
“…” Castiel made a small sound of disbelief over the phone. “On purpose?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “He may have just been trying to get me to go back down stairs but…he called me a name.”
“A name?” Jimmy could practically hear Castiel roll his eyes. “John isn’t exactly known for his manners, you should hear some of the things he’s called Dean.”
“I don’t know how you put up with that man.” Jimmy grumbled.
“When John goes out drinking for the night,” Jimmy could hear the grin on Castiel’s face “we have sex in his bed.”
“Gross,” Jimmy grimaced.
“You asked.”
Jimmy was about to reply but he heard a car pull up to the driveway, “Dean’s back early.”
“Don’t tell him.”
“But-”
“Jimmy,” Castiel said firmly. “This isn’t up for debate. This isn’t about us.”
Jimmy wanted to argue but Dean’s keys jingled in the lock and Jimmy mumbled a quick “okay, goodbye,” before he hung up.
“Hey.” Dean gave him a worried smile and dropped his keys on the table. “How are you doing?”
“Okay,” he lied. Dean kicked his shoes off and grabbed Jimmy’s hand, leading him to the bed and sitting him down. “I’m sure I’ll feel better in the morning.”
“Lay down,” Dean ordered, gently pushing on Jimmy’s shoulders till he fell back onto the bed and then stood up. “I’ll get you some aspirin and an ice pack.”
“No!” Jimmy said quickly and startled Dean, who shot him a strange look. Jimmy didn’t want to risk him going upstairs and finding his dad, having his dad tell him what just happened and send Dean into another fit of rage, Castiel was right he wasn’t there to fix the relationship between Dean and John, just the one between Dean and Sam. “Just stay with me.”
Dean looked a little put off by his sudden outburst but slowly nodded and laid down next to him. Jimmy rolled over and buried his face into Dean’s chest, hoping to calm his nerves with the gesture. Dean wrapped an arm around Jimmy and sighed, they lied like that for a while, Dean’s breath rustling Jimmy’s hair and the gentle motion was enough to lull Jimmy into sleep. He felt Dean shift away from him but was too tired to care, Dean pulled off Jimmy’s shoes and gently tugged the blanket out from under him then laid it over his shoulder. Dean crawled back into bed, sliding under the covers with Jimmy and laying his head on the pillow. His hand pushed up underneath Jimmy’s shirt something he barely noticed, it was just Dean trying to get closer but then his hand brushed against his sore spot and Jimmy hissed. Dean pulled back and looked down confused before he pulled back Jimmy’s over shirt.
“What is that?” Jimmy tried to tug his shirt back up but Dean grabbed his wrist and pushed it back down. “Castel, what is this?”
“It’s nothing,” Jimmy tried to cover up but it was impossible to miss the finger shaped bruise that was beginning to form around his upper arm. “It’s just from the fall.”
“My dad did this,” Dean said unbelievably fingers gently brushing against the dark skin. “He pushed you, didn’t he?”
“Dean, just let it go,” Jimmy begged but that only seemed to fuel the fire burning behind Dean’s eyes. Dean sprung of the bed and was dashing up the stairs before Jimmy could stop it. When he reached the top of the stairs he could already hear Dean yelling, he followed the sound of his voice till he reached the end of the hall and found the two of them in John’s bedroom.
“Get the fuck out.”
“What the hell are you yelling about?” John grunted.
“I’ve put up with a lot of shit from you,” Dean grabbed a duffle bag and started shoving clothes into it. “But this just crosses the damn line.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Bullshit.” Dean snapped. “I mean did you actually think I wouldn’t see the bruises?”
“The kid fell.”
“I’m checking you back into the center,” Dean said, ignoring his father’s lie. “And this is it. You either get clean or don’t come back.”
“That damn place is a waste of money.”
“Then just leave. I don’t care where you go but you are sure as hell not staying here anymore.”
“You’re choosing him over your own flesh and blood.”
“No,” Dean sighed dejectedly and zipped up John’s bag. “No, for once I’m choosing myself.”
Dean held the bag out for John who looked at it stubbornly and refused to take it. “I’m your father.”
“Castiel, go back downstairs,” Dean ordered without looking at him. Jimmy opened his mouth to say something but Dean cut him off.
“Now.”
Jimmy nodded solemnly and turned to leave, he was barely a few steps out of the room when they started yelling again. Jimmy went downstairs and sat on the bed, grabbed one of the pillows and hugged it tightly to his chest. He flinched every time he heard a bang from upstairs and squeezed his eyes shut willing it all to be over. Finally he heard a door slam and knew Dean had actually managed to kick his father out. The moment must have been bittersweet, he had finally taken a stand for himself but at the same time severed the last family tie he had. When Dean came he couldn’t meet Jimmy’s gaze, he just kept his eyes to the ground and sat down at the foot of the bed.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Jimmy whispered.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Dean bit out and shrugged off the hand Jimmy had placed on his shoulder.
“Dean…” Jimmy trailed off and crawled over to Dean’s side. Dean looked away but Jimmy wrapped his arms around Deans chest and pulled him close. He remained stiff in Jimmy’s embrace and Jimmy sighed, resting his forehead against Dean’s neck. “I love you.”
“I know,” Dean said softly.
Jimmy had been spending most of his time to keep free of Dean’s hands but this time he leaned into Dean’s touch. He let him push him back into the bed and Dean leaned over him, buried his head into Jimmy’s shoulder, Jimmy knew he was trying to hide from him and Jimmy let him. Dean peppered kisses across Jimmy’s neck, hands roamed under his shirt and when Jimmy felt a nervous twist in his stomach Dean pulled back just long enough to take his shirt off. Jimmy swallowed at the quick flash at Dean’s face, his eyes were red, Jimmy knew he wasn’t going to ever cry in front of him but that everything ached all the same. Right now Dean was just using him as a distraction so he didn’t have to think about his father, didn’t have to wonder if he stayed or if he ran off, if he’s on the street right now, begging for change to get more alcohol.
It didn’t hurt like he thought it would, even though it was all about Dean, he still took care of him. Still kissed him and ran his fingers through his hair, honestly Jimmy wouldn’t have imagined Dean acting like this, usually so aggressive and care-free he was nothing but gentle when he moved against Jimmy. There were no words when they were done, Jimmy panted, Dean collapsed on top of Jimmy as he rode out the bliss of his orgasm till he rolled over onto the bed and mumbled a good night.
Dean slept beside Jimmy, sprawled out on the bed and dead to the world while Jimmy stared numbly up at the ceiling. The past events rang through his mind, he had slept with Dean, his boyfriend’s brother. A Wave of nausea hit him and he choked back on tears that threatened to spill. He slipped out of bed and pulled on his pants, grabbed his cell phone and headed to the bathroom. It seemed as if he was calling Castiel every day, he was surprised his ‘double’ still bothered picking up. Jimmy listened to the steady ringing of the phone and hugged his knees to his chest. Castiel answered the phone with a tired groan and waited for Jimmy to speak.
“I need to come home,” Jimmy whispered.
“What?” Castiel asked tiredly. “Hold on a moment.”
Jimmy listened to Castiel shuffle out of bed and head to a room he deemed safe. “Are you with Sam?”
“What do you mean you need to come home?” Castiel asked ignoring Jimmy’s question. “We’re not done yet.”
“Please,” Jimmy choked back a sob and clutched the phone tighter, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
Castiel paused and even though Jimmy didn’t expect him to back down he had just had enough. “There’s a drive-in theater about an hour and a half outside of the city. Dean and I go there sometimes when they have horror movie marathons.”
“That um, doesn’t sound like something you would do.”
“…We rarely end up watching much of the movie.” Castiel quickly changed the subject. “Convince him to go see the 10 o’clock show this Saturday.”
“Seeing a stupid movie isn’t going to make me feel any better!” Jimmy said in a voice that was a little too loud and he peaked through the door to make sure that Dean was still asleep.
“Just make sure you’re there,” is all Castiel said before he hung up.